Don't fall in love with the professor

This was really a sudden accident. Jiang Xiaocheng was surprised and delighted. He was even more excited than looking for him. He hugged Zhong Kexing and asked continuously:

"Why did you come back?"

"Didn't you say you want to come back in the third year?"

After the excitement passed, he felt that it might not be what he thought, and said, "Is there something left behind? Do you want to come back to get it?"

With his warm body thrown into his arms, Zhong Kexing finally felt the fulfillment he had not seen for a long time, infected by his emotions, dimples appeared on his cheeks, and said:

"It's not that I lost something, it's because my parents are going to travel abroad for the Chinese New Year this year, so I came back early."

Jiang Xiaocheng was still a little uncertain, and then asked: "Is that why you are not leaving? Do you want to stay here?"

Zhong Kexing looked down at the person in his arms, and replied patiently: "Yes, let's celebrate the New Year together."

A smile reappeared on Jiang Xiaocheng's face, and an invisible butterfly flew past from behind, its trembling wings sprinkled fine stardust, and the gray and white living room regained its color in an instant.

Until bedtime, the two were still planning together how to spend their first New Years.

"So, you went to the mall today and didn't buy anything?"

Zhong Kexing raised this question because he just learned that there are only half a cabbage and a piece of pork left in the refrigerator in the kitchen at this moment.

Jiang Xiaocheng blushed, and said, "I thought it was just me, and I could just cook something to eat."

As for the gift, although I can't bear it, I still want to wait until New Year's Eve.

After getting along for so long, Jiang Xiaocheng also has a deep understanding of Zhong Kexing. He knows that although Zhong Kexing has a low-key and introverted personality, he has a sense of ritual. He regards a hundred days of acquaintance and a hundred days of love... He regards it as important Anniversary came.

Fearing that he would blame him for taking such an important day so casually, he hurriedly changed the topic and asked, "What did you do on New Year's Eve before?"

Zhong Kexing could see this little thought clearly, and it was more distressing than blaming, but he only replied: "Dad will make breakfast in the morning, usually glutinous rice balls, and Keyan and I are responsible for posting Spring Festival couplets, placing fruit boxes, Dinner is more important, there must be chicken, fish, and meat..."

Jiang Xiaocheng suddenly realized that something was wrong.

"Don't you eat dumplings for the New Year's Eve dinner?"

At this time, the differences between regions appeared, and Zhong Kexing shook his head.

"We eat glutinous rice balls and rice cakes—I heard that dumplings are eaten in the north."

"Of course," Jiang Xiaocheng raised his interest, and said with Zhong Kexing, "And you have to eat dumplings stuffed with meat and celery, which symbolizes the new year, hard work, and coins inside. Whoever eats it will be the one." The luckiest man of the year."

It was the first time Zhong Kexing heard such a statement. He thought for a while and said, "I have a few coins in my wallet."

This means to follow the customs of the north.

This is where Zhong Kexing's sweetness lies. He doesn't have a single sweet word, but it is always like this, making people feel his heart inadvertently.

Jiang Xiaocheng said softly, "You can also eat glutinous rice balls and rice cakes."

"Then... eat glutinous rice balls in the morning and dumplings in the evening."

Zhong Kexing didn't notice his emotions, and lowered his head to take notes seriously. The friction between the pen and the note paper made a rustling sound.

While saying: "The supermarket downstairs will be open as usual. I will buy glutinous rice balls tomorrow morning. After eating, we will go to the market together to buy celery, chicken, and fish. The two of us can't eat much. The four-course meal for the New Year's Eve , plus dumplings, how about it?"

Jiang Xiaocheng sat beside him, resting his chin on his shoulder, watching him write while nodding.

"What are the other two dishes?"

"What do you want to eat?"

"Garlic cabbage vermicelli bar."

"Fans...cabbage...and more."

"Make another refreshing, um...vegetable salad? Buy some lettuce, cherry tomatoes, bell peppers..."

What Jiang Xiaocheng said, Zhong Kexing wrote down, and the whole paper was filled with coming and going.

Suddenly, Jiang Xiaocheng said again: "Let's have hot pot at noon."

"Hot Pot?"

"Hmm! I want to eat seafood, so I can buy some prawns, crabs, squid, scallops... and don't want spicy pot bottom, but clear soup to keep the original flavor of seafood, so that it tastes better."

Zhong Kexing looked into his shining eyes, listened to him quietly, and said, "Okay."

The word "good" turns a corner between "h" and "ao", which is full of accommodating and pampering. Zhong Kexing didn't feel anything, but Jiang Xiaocheng heard it.

There was a throbbing in my heart, and I couldn't calm down for a long time.

"So which fish to buy?"

The question was thrown out, but there was no response. Zhong Kexing put down his notebook, raised his head in doubt, and asked, "Why—"

There was a warm touch on the lips, and then suddenly disappeared. This "sneak attack" came and went quickly, which caught people off guard.

Jiang Xiaocheng was so ashamed of his actions that he felt hot all over, he raised his rosy face, and his dewy eyes were filled with countless stars.

"I am very happy that you can spend the New Year with me."

Zhong Kexing's heart softened, and he wanted to sigh helplessly. He asked, "Then why won't you go home with me?"

Jiang Xiaocheng told the truth.

"You are a family. During the Chinese New Year, of course you want to be together as a family."

In other words, Jiang Xiaocheng is an outsider, so it was not appropriate to go back with Zhong Ke on such a special day.

Zhong Kexing wanted to tell him not to be too sensitive. With their current relationship, there was nothing suitable or inappropriate for a long time. He also wanted to tell him not to think too much. Both his father and mother welcomed him.

But none of these words came out.

Instead, he said softly: "What about next year? Do you want to go home with me?"

Jiang Xiaocheng turned his head, pulled the quilt again, and pulled it upwards.

"What about next year, let's talk about it later."

There was more shame in these words and deeds, Zhong Kexing didn't force him any more, and returned his gaze to the notebook again.

Pushing his glasses, he said firmly: "If you don't come back next year, then the year after, the year after, and the year after, sooner or later you will go home with me."

The author has something to say: why...why did I write so slowly and cry